Become a Black Screen in a Novel - Chapter 10

“Nice to meet you, everyone. First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is David Blanchard, I will be in charge of class 03.”

 

The calm-looking man smiled softly.

The gold-rimmed glasses hanging from the tip of his nose exuded an intellectual beauty.

 

“At one time, I worked as an express operator under the Superhuman Support Agency directly under the Federation. I’m working on combat analytics on the current theme, so everyone’s going to see me twice a week.”

 

The inside of the lecture hall is buzzing and splendid names are picked up and served. Miracle of the Philadelphia disaster, the commander of Cheonsucheonan, an S-class alien erosion experience…

 

It is a name that appeared only once in the original.

At an event that draws attention by pouring out all kinds of criticism and improvement points through classes where cadets criticize each other.

Hopefully, I will meet you as a homeroom teacher.

 

Even then, the singularity of Myung-jin was an undiscovered knot, but if he was in charge of analysis as a special operator, it would be difficult to have a comprehensive insight.

The same goes for the fairy I met in the morning. After all, acquiring 『Perception Distortion (A)』 is the correct answer.

 

“As you may know, common classes are conducted in groups, but individual classes are freely selected according to one’s wishes. They are also called compulsory classes and elective classes. There is a grace period of two weeks, so it would be good to experience various lectures in the meantime…”

 

blah blah. The instructor explains the future curriculum as if it were the first day, but honestly, it is useless information to me.

I’ve already recorded the necessary information through the device, and I’m going to drop out soon anyway.

 

The more important thing to do is this.

 

“Okay, then, we will distribute training equipment as requested in advance. If you ever want to change your weapon, please feel free to apply. However, it is a matter of which elective class to take, so please be careful.”

 

 

 

We are choosing the equipment we will be sharing for several months, but there is no way that we cannot avoid receiving a pre-order online.

 

For that reason, it is from the actual class that the main characters come with their own special weapons and draw attention.

Me? As a normal secondary character, I chose a dagger and a pistol. Anyway, I’m going to throw this away sooner or later.

 

“Hmm, the time has come already.”

 

The instructor frowned as he looked at the device wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet.

 

It’s lunchtime.

The introduction of the curriculum itself ended in an hour, but when I started receiving questions, the topic of conversation had changed to an anecdote from when I was active in active duty.

The raw and vivid stories of the heroes are quite interesting, but I listened intently to the one speaking in the middle.

 

“Everyone worked hard. Enjoy your meal… Oh, yeah. What do I do for a living? Duel or confrontation.”

 

“Yes!” Answers came from all over the classroom. The colors of the cadets, who had faded a little, changed at once.

 

Adolescents wielding superhuman powers are like beasts that want to compare their ranks.

At the easy-to-understand reaction, the instructor also gave a wide smile.

 

“Hahaha, good. uhm. As you can see from the announcements, basically, it is recommended by the academy to improve the procedure among cadets.”

 

But in the next moment, his sad eyes suddenly became sharp and alluded a cold impression.

A spooky atmosphere with a quick twist from a consistently gentle attitude. Perhaps because of the unusual pressure, the laughter in the classroom subsided a little.

 

“But safety issues cannot be ignored. It is strictly forbidden for cadets to use violence arbitrarily without permission. You can even be expelled if caught. Keep in mind that this can only be done under the supervision of the instructor through due process.”

 

Something like this happened before,” said the instructor.

 

“After retrieving a relic, also known as the Peace Zone, they set up an unofficial dueling club inside the academy. It would have been really fun. We don’t get hurt even if we have fun hitting each other.”

 

But, as always, something happened unintentionally and there was an accident.

I pretended to wipe my spatula with my fingertips.

 

“They slashed the force field and it break through the telekinetic power of their duel opponents… but they forgot what they were protecting. It was an instant death. But the really funny thing is from here.”

 

The instructor’s face contorted as the cadets concentrated. A gulp can be heard from the back seat.

 

“Actually, if the neck was blown off, it would still be good. Regeneration of the body, the spirit of the soul, a limited time retrogression… Any academy has that kind of measure. Absolutely.”

 

If the instructor had been called, maybe the student could have been revived.

But that didn’t happen, so I guess I’m saying this now. It was a mournful voice.

 

“I was in a rush to see if it would be good, but I missed it. It seems like they thought that if they did, it would end without any problems. Those idiots. Doing things like that.”

 

If it were possible, he murmurs, that the disappearance rate in modern society would have jumped more than 100 times.

 

“Later, the news that the masterminds who had fallen into demons in prison were shot and killed by special forces spread all over the place. The Heinsworth Duel Club incident. I’m sure you’ve all heard of it. Because it’s famous.”

 

Also, I commanded the special forces at that time, he said.

 

The instructor paused for a moment and looked around the crowd. It became calm and silent.

Amir is also making a serious expression at the same time.

 

hiccup.

 

There was a strange sound.

 

It was a sound that was surprisingly loud in the silence.

 

Somewhere in the corner of a quiet classroom. Hiccup, hiccup, hib, hib. without stopping.

The instructor gave a quiet glance and the students’ attention was drawn to the center.

 

Right behind me and Amir.

 

As soon as Amir made eye contact with the instructor, he swung his body slightly to get out of the way so that his back was clearly visible.

I had to pull my lips down desperately. As I clenched and stretched out my hand under the desk, I can see the face of a girl with blue hair turn red like a tomato.

 

Oh, Lacey.

 

The instructor laughed.

 

“…well, if I had been a student who couldn’t keep up to this level, I wouldn’t have been able to pass the theme.”

 

In the midst of hiccups and commotion, the instructor came down from the podium with the sound of footsteps and bent over and faced a cadet in the front row.

Blond hair. Fairy powder that shines even from afar.

 

“Right? Bridget Le Fay?”

 

The girl desperately nodded her head at the soft remark.

Maybe it’s because of his mood, or the fact that his auricles and the nape of his neck look white.

 

The man with the handsome mustache also smiled and nodded.

 

“Please refer to the school website through your device for the duel application form. So, really, thank you all for your hard work.”

 

Leaving those words behind, Instructor David Blanchard left the classroom.

Tickle! As soon as the classroom door closed, Lacey got up, slamming her seat with her blushing face.

 

“Hey! Bree *hiccup* you bastard *hib* bitch! *Hiccup* Put a curse on me?!”

 

But to no avail. This is because while Lacey was trembling and shouting, the little boy jumped out and ran away.

It was a moment when I was able to grasp the situation.

 

If the curse that had been cast 3 hours ago was, at least, an unexpected mistake that occurred at that time.

It must have been a slight embarrassment right before the first hour was over, but…

 

The teacher warned us not to use any force anywhere, but it’s a situation where someone is trying to bully a student right in front of my eyes.

 

My condolences, school life in the future will be a little difficult.

 

The situation in which Lacey was cheering, calming down, and gossiping around was brief.

After a while, the entire classroom was buzzing with each other’s work.

 

For them, such an event is nothing more than a familiar scene even before entering the theme, and no matter how much the instructor sets the mood, after all, they are still young students.

Obviously, there is still a more cautious look than the first.

 

Three, three, five, three, three, five, gather together and let out the sound of chattering through one ear.

Amir was still sitting with his eyes wide open, and Lacey was lying on her desk, speechless. Showing only the red-stained earlobes.

 

Surprisingly, it was Amir who spoke first.

 

“Who wants to eat lunch with me?”

“Me.”

 

Because there was no reason to refuse.

 

The two of us looked at the back seat with our arms on our backs.

After a while, a slender voice leaked from between his forearms.

 

“No cooking or vegetarian salads.”

 

It was the moment of the formation of the Three Musketeers.

 

“Where should we go? In the cafeteria?”

“Look. There is a restaurant that I definitely want to go to when I came to Theme…”

 

The girl’s face, who took out the device, saying that she had searched it beforehand, looked a little prickly.

The expression is rich, so it’s not boring to watch. I suddenly had a thought like that.

 

“Oh,” she said, her blue eyes widening in surprise.

 

Not only that. From a certain moment, “Huh?” a sound rang out.

‘Look at this’, ‘Wow, aren’t you crazy?’, ‘Where does he belong?’

The whispers spread all at once, and the classroom suddenly became noisy as if a swarm had been released.

 

Oh, is it finally time? The original event I’ve been waiting for is slowly starting.

 

“Hey. Hey hey hey. Look at this.”

 

Lacey spreads the device that used to be the size of a palm wide as she trembles with fuss.

The reason for this uproar is simple.

 

“Hey, someone said that Shin Haram had a fight!”

“Are you saying there’s a match at the dungeon at lunchtime?”

 

The video uploaded to the SNS is played while Amir raised one eyebrow while sticking out his neck, and I comfortably clenched my chin.

Inside, there was a cute little girl with wavy hair, flirting.

 

– Did I say Haram Shin? I heard that you are the best among the latter.

-·········

ㅡ We should measure the level of this aura! If you’re a warrior, pick up your sword!

 

The expression that appeared on his savage face was absolute arrogance.

 

━This seat is heavenly!

 

“Puhaha. The concept is crazy, really.”

“What are you talking about…….”

“Moorim? Are you from China? Someday, there is a harpoon.”

 

Laughter shoots through the cadets.

It’s a frivolous attitude, but if you infer the girl’s origin on the screen, it would be a universal reaction in this world.

How much less must the opponent be for Shin Haram.

 

“It’s said to start in an hour, but if you’re late, you won’t even have a place to stand. I want to go, but how about you guys?”

“Let’s go.”

 

A firm answer. There was a setting that suddenly came to mind when Amir, who had been blunt all the time, frowned.

Combining the fact that Amir’s hometown is India and the background of the original story, aha, that’s what happened?

But it’s probably best not to mention it here. Let’s pretend we didn’t see it.

 

“Are you Dan-hyeok?”

“Ummm…”

 

If you think about it normally, it would be dangerous for me to approach Shin Haram, but.

 

“Go. It will be a waste if you miss it.”

 

It’s a one-dimensional way of thinking. Rather, the correct answer here is to be buried by the public.

 

A stage where the strongest of the grade and the leader of the golden generation show off their skills.

It’s a festival that draws the attention of the whole academy, but deliberately keeping distance, on the contrary, isn’t it the same as shouting at a whale cause it wants to stand out?

 

I’m tired of the clichés that make people tremble because they don’t want to be involved and then get caught up in it and are dragged along. If you want to be faithful to your role as a minor, you have to move like a minor.

Once the decision has been made, I get up following Lacey, who is rushing to leave, but a voice whispering from behind fills my ears.

 

“Does anyone know who he is?”

 

The corners of my lips rise involuntarily.

Because I know the identity of the girl in that picture in a more essential sense, not just from her origin.

 

A long time ago, there was a man called Cheonma (heaven), the head of a group called Cheonma Shinkyo.

As the strongest warrior of his time, he challenged the sky and tried to ascend to the realm of the world as it is the culmination of a demon.

But something went wrong, when he came to his senses, Cheonnma had found himself reborn with a new body…

 

No, is it accurate to say that a modern girl suddenly realized that she had reincarnated one day?

 

Her name is Liu Xiaomei. 

 

Turns out she was a girl who was a heavenly demon in her previous life.